Letras:
Mother Hips Smoke

you and I Must be high But the dressing room's too hot So we hit the parking lot Where we smoke Smoke please lead us up to heaven We got smoke Smoke

you and I Must be high But the dressing room's too hot So we hit the parking lot Where we smoke Smoke please lead us up to heaven We got smoke Smoke

carpet yellow Now I'm playin games with hoes turn they hearts to jello "L" rolled from my wrist to my elbow Hella smoke got my eyes red like Elmo Music

next day Brothers be beefin', cops be thievin' Brothers be scheming, it should be teaming Jokers be smoking and staying broken There's going to be teasing and money squishing Look at me creeping, baby mothers

Alright y'all I want y'all to put your hands together And to bring on a brother That's bound to lay more dips in your hips More gliiiiide in your stride

He's a man with the 4-way hips He's a man with the 4-way hips He's a man with the 4-way hips He's a man with the 4-way hips Street level, down in the

, drink think, do this, smoke this fuck you while we're somebody else but at least i won't be out alone i'm with my uncle and his mother and the rest

, drink think, do this, Smoke this Fuck you while we're somebody else But at least i won't be out alone I'm with my uncle and his mother And the rest

the carpet yellow Now I'm playin games with hoes turn they hearts to jello "L" rolled from my wrist to my elbow Hella smoke got my eyes red like Elmo